Ahahaha. I can definitely tell it\'s about summer... got into a weird mood and actually wrote the end of chapter 3 for Absolution. Craziness. Absolute craziness. Probably the last time I have time to write until way after graduation. o.o

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UM. Has it really been over six months since I lasted updated my profile? Oh dear me... I thought I had updated it sometime over Christmas, but I suppose not. Time goes by so fast, it seems.

Short life update: I GRADUATE COLLEGE IN SIX WEEKS!!! AAAAAAAH!!!

Writing should return in the summer. I\'ve been rereading the AU horror fic and an AU college fic, so both are possibilities to still be posted. And, of course, Asscreed one-shots, since I\'m forever and ever in love with the series.

Iíve got my mouth.
Itís a weapon. Itís a bombshell. Itís a cannon. Iíve got my words.
I wonít give them mercy. Mercy. Iíve got my words. I hope they hurt you.
I hope they scar you. I hope they heal you.
I hope they cut you open, make you see youíve been warring for all the wrong reasons.
Make you see that some things are worth bruising for.
Make you see that your name is your honor code.
Make you see that your hands youíre accounted for.
Pick and choose where your sweat and your blood will go.
Make you see your lifeís not to be lived alone.

The untold want, by life and land ne\'er granted,
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

-- \"The Untold Want\", Walt Whitman

People think dreams aren\'t real just because they aren\'t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

-- Neil Gaiman

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn\'t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing could hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... you give them a piece of you. They don\'t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn\'t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like \'maybe we should just be friends\' or \'how very perceptive\' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It\'s a should-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.